Page 40 of Psychotic Faith
Faith stirs against me, eyes opening slowly in the darkness. She sees me awake, watching her, and instead of fear or discomfort, she smiles. Not her librarian smile or her good-girl mask. This is the smile of someone who's tasted blood and liked it. Someone who came on my cock while I told her about the men I've killed for her.
She shifts, rising up to straddle me, completely naked, her pussy already damp against my stomach. Her hands find my wrists and press them into the mattress. As if she could really hold me. As if her small hands have any power against my strength. But I let her pin me, fascinated by this version of her. Confident in her darkness, taking what she wants.
"Can't sleep?" she asks, rolling her hips, dragging her cunt along my abs, leaving a trail of arousal on my skin.
"I don't sleep," I remind her, but my voice cracks as she grinds down harder, her clit catching on the ridges of my muscles.
"Maybe I can tire you out." She leans down, her hair creating a curtain around us, and pins my wrists tighter. Her tits brush against my chest, nipples hard as diamonds.
"She's joking, but I'm not. I've never been tired out in my life.
"Try," I challenge, my voice a low growl.
She smiles wider, that new smile I've never seen before tonight, the one that makes my cock pulse with need. Her hands slide from my wrists to my throat, fingers pressing experimentally at the sides. Not enough to cut off blood flow, just enough to show intent. To most men, this would be laughable—a woman her size thinking she could dominate someone like me. But there's nothing funny about the way my body responds, my hips bucking up involuntarily.
"You like that," she whispers, not a question but a statement of fact. Her fingers tighten incrementally on my throat, and I feel my pulse pound against her palm.
I could break her hold in less than a second. Could flip her onto her back and remind her who's in control. Instead, I let her have this moment, curious where she'll take it.
She slides backward, leaving a wet trail down my abs until she's positioned over my cock. She releases one of my wrists to reach between us, wrapping her delicate fingers around my cock. The contrast is obscene—her small hand barely circling my girth, pale skin against the angry red of my arousal. I hiss through my teeth as she positions me at her entrance, teasing us both.
"I want to feel you again," she says, her voice husky with sleep and arousal. "I want to be so full of you I can't think."
I don't answer with words. My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the bruises I left earlier, and I lift her slightly, positioning her. She sinks down slowly, her pussy stretching around me, taking me inch by inch until she's fully seated.
"Fuck," she breathes, her head falling back, exposing the column of her throat marked with my teeth. Her hand drops from my neck as she braces herself on my chest. "You're so deep like this."
I watch her face as she starts to move, the way her lips part and her eyes flutter. The way she takes her pleasure from my body like it belongs to her. Like I belong to her. The thought should enrage me. Instead, it makes my cock throb inside her.
"That's it," I encourage, my voice rough with need. "Use me. Take what you want."
She rocks forward, changing the angle so my cock hits that spot inside her that makes her walls clench around me. Her nails dig into my chest, leaving crescent marks next to the ones she left hours ago.
"Luca," she moans my name like a prayer, riding me with increasing urgency. Her pussy grips me like a vice, her heat enveloping my cock as she rises and falls.
I grab her ass, helping her move, guiding her into a rhythm that has us both panting. She's exquisite like this—taking her pleasure, using my body. The way her tits bounce with each movement hypnotizes me. I reach up to cup them, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she cries out.
"You're never leaving me," I growl, thrusting up to meet her movements. "Say it."
She just gasps, her pussy clenching around me.
I flip us suddenly, pinning her beneath me without breaking our connection. Her eyes widen with surprise, then darken with lust as I hook her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half. From this angle, I can drive deeper, hit places inside her that make her bite her lip to keep from screaming.
"Let me hear you," I command, punctuating each word with a thrust. "No one can hear us but me."
She obeys instantly, her cries filling the room as I pound into her relentlessly. Her pussy is soaked, making obscene sounds with each thrust. The headboard slams against the wall, keeping time with our fucking like a metronome of destruction.
"I'm close," she whimpers, her back arching off the bed. "Please, Luca, please…"
I slow my pace deliberately, making her feel every inch of my cock as I withdraw almost completely before sinking back in. "Please what?"
"Make me come," she begs, her hands clutching at my biceps, nails digging in deep enough to leave marks. "I need it. Need you."
The desperation in her voice feeds something primal in me. I reach between us, finding her clit with my thumb, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her pussy flutters around me, on the edge.
"Come for me," I order, pressing down on her clit. "Now."
Her orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave. Her back bows, her pussy clamping down on my cock with enough force to trigger my own release. I bury myself to the hilt as I come, filling her with hot spurts of cum, marking her from the inside.
